At 19, Naples gave me a true life lesson.

Livin' the lake life

Is there an expiry date on being a backpacker?

When in Flúðir, you do as the locals do

A broken back shook up who she was and how she travelled. Or did it?

It is better to have met and moved on than to never have met at all.

Going is easy. Coming back is a different story.

If you didn’t Instagram it, did it even happen?

I don’t need the marriage-house-dog life. Not yet, not when there’s so much world to see.

If thousands of travellers could do it, why couldn’t I?

I didn’t know it at the time, but meeting Mirella changed my life forever.

Sometimes everything's perfect until it’s not.

Hitting the road with your 63-year-old pops—what could go wrong?

It means so much when mom says go when she wants you to stay.

I was the most alone I had ever been. And thus, according to my own definition, I was a loser.

Sometimes the best thing you can do after a breakup involves going far, far away.